Cat’s certainly got the mouth of a sailor, doesn’t she?
Anyway, we’re FINALLY off the island. Felt a bit like Lost there for a minute, mostly ’cause I was frantically trying to fix the mess I had made of the ending—well, not mess. Mess is just a tad too judgy—let’s say, rather that I had less drama than a good third act requires. Anyway, free and clear.
Bet Tony’s happy to NOT be drawing palm trees anymore.
‘Til Friday, Dear Reader.